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The naked need in her voice resonates straight through me and I growl, low and feral. I’ve waited too damn long for this, longer than I even realized. But now that I’ve had a taste, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get enough.
I trail hot, openmouthed kisses along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her throat, trying to rein myself in, but like a junkie I just need a hit. I need the feel of her, the taste, to be embedded in me. She tilts her head back, baring that sweet, sensitive skin to my questing lips, and I take full advantage. I lave my tongue over her thundering pulse, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that will show the whole damn world she’s mine.
“You’re mine,” I rasp against the delicate shell of her ear. “My girl, my Oakley. You hear me?”
She nods frantically, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Yes…yes, Rem, I’m yours. Always yours.”
Chapter 19
Oakley
Ipull back from Jeremiah and unwrap my legs from his body, and he sets me down, but I hear the little grumble he lets out. I want to make sure he really hears me. Whenever I’m in his arms, I’m lust drunk, and I can’t think straight. He says all the pretty words, but I know he’s slick with his tongue. I need a level-head and to remember why I’m doing this.
“Pretty boy,” I say, my voice wavering. “I know we have a lot going on right now, but I want to continue our lessons.” I look at the room, not looking at him, because when I look at Jeremiah Blackwood, I show every card I have. “I’m ready to try the um…you know?” My heart races, and I know I’m blushing.
He looks at me with surprise and concern. “No. You’re not.” He deadpans.
I bite my lip, trying to hide my nerves. “Iam. I trust you, Jeremiah. We damn near almost did it just now if I hadn’t climbed down your gigantic bean stalk frame.”
“If you were ready, you’d be able to actually say the word,bunny.” He takes a deep breath before saying the words I’ve been dreading. “We’re taking this slow.”
As he approaches me, I can practically feel the tension building as he reaches out and gently tugs at the hem of my dress. His touch sends shivers down my spine, and I find myself holding my breath, waiting for what comes next.
“Just…teach me.” I hate how whiny I sound right now, but isn’t that the whole point of these sex lessons?
“I’m going to make you feel good, okay?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation as his hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes.” My voice is so breathy I don’t know if he even hears the word.
“Such a sweet girl.” Jeremiah murmurs and I feel myself blush and my heart beats faster and I feel myself grow slicker in my panties. God, he’s too good at this and he barely touches me. His words alone make me feel like I could come just from his praise.
Slowly, deliberately, he begins to undress me, taking his time with each stitch of my clothing. His fingers linger at the nape of my neck, then trail down to the collar of my dress. My breath hitches. The intentional nature of his actions heightens the anticipation and I shift, trying to press my thighs together for some relief.
“Je…” I whisper, but my voice is swallowed up by everything I am feeling.
“Shh,” he soothes, his lips curving into that infuriatingly confident smirk. He undoes another button, his knuckles brushing against my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
The next button yields easily under his deft fingers. He pauses, fingertips grazing the swell of my breasts, teasing,testing.
And God, do I feel it. Each touch, each brush of his fingers sends electric shocks through me. He removes the last button, and my dress slips from my shoulders, pooling around my feet like water.
Standing before Jeremiah, my heart races as I feel exposed and vulnerable. I shiver, the air cool against my skin, and I look to him for guidance and reassurance.
“God, you are literal perfection, Oakley. Soft and sweet. I’m going to love dirtying up every inch of you. Making your pale skin glow bright red for me,” he whispers, almost reverently. His hands roam, exploring the newly bared skin and If I blush anymore, I’m going to look like a lobster.
“Jeremiah,” I stammer, my voice barely a whisper. “What—I’m not sure what to do.”
“Hey,” he replies softly, his eyes locking onto mine. There’s a fire there, a possessiveness that shocks me to my core. Jeremiah isn’t just saying the words when he tells me that I belong to him, he really believes it. “I’m guiding you through it all, yea?”
“Okay,” I nod, feeling a bit more at ease with his support. He’s always been there for me, and now, when my uncertainty sets in, I sense the shift of power just by his actions and words.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises me, and his words have a shiver running down my spine that has nothing to do with how naked and exposed I am. “You like that, don’t you? You like when I praise you. When I tell you how perfect you are.” I suck in a breath because I feel lightheaded in the best possible way. I don’t know how to respond to my pretty boy, but the way he’s smirking at me, he knows the exact effect he has on me.
He cocks his head before reaching out and gripping myhips, “You good?” and all I can do is nod and I’m tossed on the bed. Jeremiah kneels before me; his movements deliberate and focused. I watch as his hands reach out, gently caressing my thighs, and it’s as if his touch causes my body to seize up. Not in fear, but in anticipation and desire, yet he remains calm and composed.
“Relax, bunny,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my thigh. Just the top of one and I feel it all the way in my hair and my toes. The sensations overwhelm me. “Trust yourself, trust me.”
“I do,” I say, attempting to let go of my lingering anxieties. Inhaling deeply, I try to focus on his touch and the growing desire within me.
